“Fuck, angel,” he grated. “You have no idea how gorgeous you look with my dick in your mouth!”
She just smiled and resumed digging. Because she did know. Because they were constantly telling her, and she believed them. Without warning, she turned back to Jesse, pulling his cock straight up and angling her head to place a suctioning kiss where the base met his wrinkled ball sac hanging beneath it.
As pleasure jolted through him, he sucked in a hissing breath. “Fuck!”
She sucked and licked and kissed the warm, satiny flesh there, then began sucking, licking, and kissing her way up his entire length, paying special attention to the thick vein on the underside of his cock and that ultra-sensitive knot of nerve endings just below his corona. Then she closed her mouth over his smooth, shiny head and sucked so hard her cheeks hollowed. She felt the pull all the way to her clit.
“Christ Almighty!” His hips lurched. His head snapped back. His breaths came in sharp, harsh pants. “Jesus, baby, you keep that up, I’m gonna come in your mouth!”
Releasing him with a tiny slurp, she repeated the entire process on Adam’s cock, which jerked so in her hand, she nearly lost her grip. Swirling her tongue rapidly around the dribbling slit, she sucked the entire purple head into her mouth, bathing it with her warm saliva.
His hips bucked. Jesus Christ on a cracker! “God, Sarah! That’s so good. So fucking good!” He grabbed the top of her head, fisting his fingers in her hair to hold her in place.
Then she opened her mouth wide and wriggled her lips down the entire length of his throbbing stalk, gobbling him up until her mouth met her hand fisting the base…and she swallowed.
“Holy shit!” Adam’s back arched, and he threw back his head with a hissing groan as she rapidly pulled her head up, leaving only his crown in her suctioning mouth. His entire cock glistened, glazed in her saliva.
Lord, have mercy! She could feel her body becoming increasingly tense as her arousal spiraled, the coils deep inside her winding like a spring, tightening, tightening, tightening, until all it would take was one more twist and she would fracture in an orgasm so intense it would rip her to shreds.
Pressing her tongue hard against the deep underside vein, she slowly lowered her head once again, cheeks flexing as the force of her suction pulled his cock more deeply into her mouth. She hummed with pleasure, and he answered with a groan as it vibrated through his throbbing shaft. When the tip touched the back of her throat, she swallowed, pulling him deeper, making him gasp with the pleasure she was giving him.
She released him to turn her attention back to Jesse, giving him the exact same pleasure—with her mouth, with her tongue, with the gentle scrape of her teeth against his heated flesh. Back and forth she went from one cock to the other, until the harsh sounds erupting from their throats filled the room.
She pulled back, continuing to pump them with her hands as their grunts and groans grew more and more frequent and erratic. As she watched in fascination, their cocks seemed to thicken and grow before her eyes, a sure sign that they were close to coming. Almost unconsciously they began thrusting their hips. Tightening her grip and speeding up her actions, she was thrilled to feel them convulsing in her hands, even as she frantically fought the answering convulsions beginning deep within her core.
With harsh, guttural cries, both men went rigid. Their backs arched, the tendons in their necks stood out like iron rods, as shouts of completion exploded from their throats. Even as cum exploded from their cocks in white-hot bursts that splattered all over her face, globbed in her hair, glued her eyelashes shut , and left viscous trails of pearly fluid straggling down her breasts.
Closing her eyes, she ground her face blissfully against their still-erupting tips, rubbing the thick, ropy ejaculate more deeply into her skin.
“Jesus, Sarah—” It was a strangled cry coming from Jesse as he bent over her, staring at her cum-covered face through slitted eyes. “Oh, my God! You’re so goddamn beautiful…wearin’ our cum like that…Christ! So God. Damn. Beautiful.” Using the tip of his finger, he scooped up a glistening blob from her left breast and held it to her lips. He groaned as, her gaze never leaving his, she parted her lips and sucked his finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, laving it clean. “God, I love you so much!”
Adam’s finger, likewise coated with a blob of cum retrieved from her breast, followed, and in this way they cleaned her skin and hair of the bulk of their offering. Then Jesse held out his hand. “C’mon, baby, let’s get you cleaned up, then we’ll give you the orgasm you so desperately need. And deserve.” She allowed him to pull her to her feet, grateful for Adam’s arms around her, holding her until she was steady.
They led her into the bathroom, first to the shower, where they swiftly washed her clean of all their slick, sticky cum, then to the hot tub, where they succeeded in pleasuring her to several powerful orgasms before her mind and body simply gave out and she succumbed to the blissful darkness awaiting her.
Chuckling softly to themselves, they dried her and carried her to bed, where they arranged her between them, enclosing her body within the protective circle of theirs.
Chapter Ten
At five o’clock the next afternoon, both Adam and Jesse showed up to take her home from work. Their first stop, however, was their favorite hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant for Kung Pao chicken and shrimp fried rice. Then they took her home to get ready for Ravish. As soon as they got to the bedroom, Jesse ordered her to Present. When she was in position, Jesse stepped into her, palming the back of her neck and pulling her head up for a hard, wet kiss. When he released her, his eyes were black as obsidian, flickering with hunger and raw, dark need. “You are on speech restriction until I say otherwise. Nod your head to show you understand.”
She nodded her head, quaking inwardly as her imagination ran wild with thoughts of all the debauched, perverted things they would be doing to her tonight. They were taking her to a sex club, for crying out loud! A sex club! And there was going to be flogging! And ropes! And naked people! Herself included! Holy Moley! Her belly plummeted, sending hot cream gushing between her legs. She closed her eyes. She’d be lucky if she survived this.
While Adam filled the hot tub and lit the candles scattered around the ledge, Jesse undressed her, pausing reverently after removing each garment to kiss every inch of the skin he bared. By the time he knelt in front of her to remove her thong, she was moaning softly. He pulled it down, allowing her to step out of it.
Her arousal had spiked off the chart, and her entire body trembled as he bent his head forward and placed a reverent kiss on the smooth skin of her mound. Christ, she’s so fuckin’ beautiful! She has no idea what she does to me! He inhaled deeply, drawing the pungent scent of her feminine juices to the bottom of his lungs.
She shuddered, and he tilted his head, gazing at her raptly, his eyes so filled with love that her insides melted like a marshmallow in a bonfire. God, he loved the look of dazed lust in her eyes, loved even more that he had put it there. Parting her pussy lips with the fingers and thumb of one hand, he leaned in and touched just the tip of his tongue to her exposed clit.
She stiffened, a yelp splintering her throat as he flicked his tongue rapidly back and forth across the little nub. Uttering tiny little mewls of pure, raw pleasure, she bucked and writhed as he gratified her with his tongue, driving her inexorably upward toward orgasm. Sending her spiraling higher and higher until she was right at the brink.
With an audible gasp she sucked air to the bottom of her lungs, ready to slingshot over the edge, when he pulled his head back, holding her by her hips while she wept with the frustrated need to come. He did this twice more before finally standing up and holding her, her body trembling with unslaked lust. When she sagged against him, he picked her up like a sack of grain and carried her into the bathroom. The flames from the candles flickered eerily, their reflection on the iridescent tiles transforming the space into an ethereal, underwater grotto.
Th
ey left her to soak in a tub full of her favorite jasmine-scented bubble bath, with the brief admonition from Adam that she was not to pleasure herself, while they returned to the bedroom to lay out the outfit they’d selected for her to wear to the bondage club—a black-and-red leather corset, fishnet stockings, and black stiletto heels.
Then Jesse gathered up a can of shaving foam, a safety razor, a bowl of warm water, and a couple of towels and took them into the bathroom, placing them on the wide ledge that surrounded the tub. Without saying a word, he held out his hand. Eyes wide with a heady combination of anticipation and apprehension, Sarah placed her small hand in his large one and allowed him to hand her up out of the tub as elegantly as if he were a courtier handing a princess up into her carriage. Spreading a towel on the ledge, he gestured for her to sit, tapping the insides of her thighs to get her to spread her legs wide. Then, hands beneath her knees, he lifted her legs and placed each foot flat on the ledge, opening her wide.
Waiting for the hot tide of humiliation to engulf her, she watched as he shook the can of shaving cream and squirted some into his hand. But the only thing engulfing her was a hot tide of lust. Her eyelids fell to half-mast and her belly did a slow roll, sending fresh pussy juice gushing from her core. Her entire body buzzed, tingled, frustrated from all the thwarted orgasms. God, I need to be fucked! Unfortunately, she knew that she would be enduring many hours of sexual torment before they finally permitted that to happen. She stifled a sigh and bit her lip, clinging to the hope that she would actually make it until then.
Hunkering down in front of her, Jesse moved her feet even farther apart. Her pussy was a gleaming pink gash. “Adam and I are going to show off your beautiful pussy tonight,” he said as he proceeded to smooth the creamy foam over her entire mound, “and I know you’ll be less self-conscious if you’re freshly shaved.”
He picked up the safety razor, and pulling her skin taut with the first two fingers of his left hand, he removed a smooth swath of cream, along with a few short hairs, down the center of her mound. He swished the foamy razor in the bowl of warm water. “Hold still, sugar, I don’t want to nick you. Especially when I get to your labia.”
She just sat, feet on the ledge, legs spread lasciviously, trying to summon up the sense of outrage she should be feeling at his presumption that he would be permitted to take such liberties. But it refused to come. Instead, she watched in fascination as he bent his dark head to his task and shaved her, quickly and efficiently whisking away the soap and barely there stubble, swishing the razor clean after each stroke, until she was smooth as satin.
And just to be sure, he ran his fingers through her slit, inside and outside her swollen labia, even up her crease to her anus, searching for stray hairs, escalating her arousal with each stroke. Then he pulled her up and led her to the shower, the fragrant bubbles from her bubble bath sliding down her wet skin like tiny pearls. Standing behind her, her back against his chest, he positioned them so his body took the brunt of the water’s pelting force. For several long minutes, he stood with his lips pressed against the top of her head, just stroking his hands up and down her arms, over her shoulders, across her collarbones, along the sides of her breasts to slide beneath, plumping and lifting them, flicking his thumbs across her turgid nipples, keeping her arousal at fever pitch.
Releasing her just long enough to soap up his hands, he proceeded to bathe her, lathering every inch of her, worshipping her with his touch, gently massaging her slick, slippery flesh with his soapy fingertips. Her body was humming, buzzing with a pleasure so fierce she felt…electrified. Tendrils of lightning arced through her synapses, making it impossible for her to keep still. As she squirmed and writhed beneath his pleasuring hands, her head fell helplessly back against his chest. She was shivering so hard she had to clench her teeth to keep them from chattering. It was also impossible for her to keep quiet. Low moans and little mewling cries of pleasure pummeled her throat, ending abruptly in a high, sharp yelp as he palmed her freshly shaved mound and shoved two fingers through her slit, driving them up into her vagina. The breath shuddered from her lungs, her inner muscles clamping around his fingers as her body adjusted to the sudden invasion.
The shower door opened and Adam stepped in, immediately pressing against her front, sliding his hands around her waist to grasp and knead the plump flesh of her buttocks. His cock, already hard, rose between them, a thick ridge against her belly.
He sucked in a breath, held it. His cock was throbbing like a thumb hit with a hammer. But he could wait. Her pleasure came first. And tonight they were going to take her pleasure to new heights. He buried his face in her neck, her scent hitting him like a narcotic. Mmmm. Christ, she smells like rain—fresh and clean and pure.
His tongue came out to lick up the water flowing down the side of her neck, making her hunch her shoulders and arch her head back, rolling it against Jesse’s chest. Then he pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot just below her ear before sucking her tender lobe into his mouth, alternately nipping it with his teeth and soothing the tiny hurt with his tongue.
“We love you, Sarah,” Jesse whispered, his breath tickling her skin, his fingers inside her not moving, just…there. “You are our life. Our treasure. You have entrusted yourself into our care, and tonight we are gonna honor that trust in public. We are gonna accept the power you’ve given us over your heart, body, and soul, so that our friends may witness the sweetness of your submission and the depth of our love for you. Tonight, little sub, we are gonna worship this delectable body and bring you to new heights of pleasure.”
She just stood there, trembling, her lungs heaving in a desperate attempt to draw much-needed oxygen into them. Where was all the oxygen? She was pretty sure the room had been full of it not two minutes ago.
Unhooking the hand-held, Adam used it to rinse the soap thoroughly from all her nooks and crevices. Then they turned off the water and lifted her out to stand on the bath mat while they dried her off. “Okay, sugar,” Jesse said, wrapping the huge towel around her and tucking it in between her breasts. Her breath hissed inward as the backs of his knuckles brushed across the hard, aching knots of her nipples. “On the vanity you’ll find the makeup we want you to wear tonight. Wear your hair down, long and loose and sexy. While you’re gettin’ ready, Adam and I’ll get dressed and pack our kits.”
Kits? Holy crap. Sarah blinked up at him, eyes flickering with incipient panic. Kits? They’re packing kits? What could possibly go into a kit you’d take to a bondage club? Her breathing hitched, her heartbeat thundering in her ears as images reeled across her mind. Dark, carnal images. Disturbing images. Images of herself being bound to some rack-like instrument of torture, stuffed full of vibrating dildos and plugs while Adam and Jesse encased her body in hot wax. Lord have mercy! She felt panic rising in her belly like a swarm of itchy, scratchy insects. But she remained silent. She was still on speech restriction and didn’t dare risk earning a punishment. Not tonight. Not when Jesse and Adam would surely deliver it in public in front of all their BDSM friends. She couldn’t imagine anything more humiliating than being turned over the knee of one of them and being soundly spanked while dozens of people looked on, laughing at her.
The thought nearly brought tears to her eyes, so she lowered her gaze, tugging her lower lip between her teeth and gnawing on it. Jesse’s fingers beneath her chin brought her gaze back up to his. “What is it, baby?”
When she just shook her head, he slid his hand up to palm her cheek, giving her an assessing look. “Answer the question, sugar. What’s botherin’ you?”
“Nothing, Sir,” she lied, leaning into his touch, letting the warmth of his skin soak into her. “I–I’m just afraid I’ll disappoint you, that’s all.”
“You could never disappoint us, sweet pea,” Adam smiled at her encouragingly. “That’s what punishment’s for.”
“I will do my best to honor your trust in me, Master.”
“I know you’re afraid, sugar,” Jesse said quietly. “But
you have nothing to fear. All you have to do is remember how much we love you, and trust that we’d never allow anyone to harm you.”
“Yes, Sir.” She nodded her head, lifting her gaze to his. All she saw there was love and reassurance, so she stiffened her spine, preparing herself to meet this new challenge.
Half an hour later she emerged from the bathroom wearing the new makeup, which included a fire-engine-red lip gloss and a smoky gray eye shadow that made her eyes look twice their normal size.
At the sight of her, Jesse’s throat closed up and his heart plummeted to his feet. Christ, she’s so fuckin’ gorgeous! Her makeup was a little more…out there than the subtle makeup she usually wore, but her hair! God, her hair! Cascading down her back in shiny, silky waves, it just cried out for him to gather it in his hands and burrow his face in it. He stared down at her, nearly dizzy with the force of his need. He’d never seen her look more beautiful. And all he wanted to do was throw her down on the bed and fuck her until they were both unconscious.
But this night wasn’t about him. It was about her. She had doubted her beauty, her desirability. She still hid, not only from what she was, but from what she could be. Displaying her like they planned to do tonight would leave her in no doubt as to her ability to please them. Tonight they would be giving her herself. Her true self.
When she saw Jesse and Adam, her throat constricted and her mouth watered. Oh, God, they looked so good! They were dressed all in black: black leather pants, black leather vests, and black biker boots. Both of them wore an array of heavy silver chains. Neither wore a shirt. They looked downright…menacing, almost dangerous. They were primitive. Primal. Savage. These were men you didn’t want to mess with.
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